(Aina, your beauty seems so infinite
and trust in it though you may
don't turn your ears from the Holy Voice
for darkness comes your way)

Demons of wrath creep up behind us
Fingers of steel reach out to bind us
Sorrow and despair can we foresee
In the Oracles
The Holy Voice calls down its warning
Don't turn your back on what he's warning!

Darkness and death will swarm around us
The dark won't relent until it's found us
Horror and despair can we foresee
In the Oracles
The Holy Voice calls down its warning
Don't turn your back on what he's warning!